“—is this thing between us one day going to fade?” The King of Night stops to take my hand, cupping it between his own. Then he backs up, pulling me along with him. “There are certain things in life that fade with time,” he says, his gaze locked on mine. “What we have, Callie, isn’t one of those things. Our bond will only strengthen over the years.” He pulls me along, the muted sunlight dappling across his skin. “I will always be here for you—when you turn thirty and when you turn three hundred.” “Don’t forget three thousand,” I say.
